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Chapter Eight: Game On
Marinette's eyes fluttered open for the briefest of moments. They closed just as swiftly,
"Late," Tikki muttered from beyond the veil of sleep.
The bluenette popped an eye open, her hand snatching the phone from her bedside table. She forced her filmy vision to focus, and her heart went to her throat immediately. "I'm late!" she squealed, fumbling for her school bag and scrambling for the door.
"Marin—!" Tikki tried, but Mari cut her off.
"I know!" She called, grabbing the handle to throw the barrier open. Just as the cool breeze from the stairwell snaked around her body, she stiffened.
"You need a shirt!" Tikki exclaimed.
The young heroine was, indeed, naked from the waist up, and she was still wearing her pajamas. "Dammit," she growled, tossing her bag into the nearest wall as she searched for a fresh pair of clothes with urgent vigor.
"Does Chat have you in knots?" The Kwami's voice was innocent, but it was perfectly so, and the young girl tossed her a look of irritation. Tikki giggled, floating towards the ceiling. "Humans are prone to inappropriate experiences," she offered calmly. "Almost all of my previous owners had many sexual encounters, but rarely with their Miraculous partner."
"I don't need a lecture right now, Tikki," she breathed desperately, tugging the comforter away from her bed as she peered beneath. What she needed was clean clothes. Didn't she have a pair lying about?
"I'm only a humble being from ancient times," Tikki teased, looking sarcastically lachrymose as she shifted in the air.
"C'mon!" Marinette urged, panting, as she sat on her knees in the middle of the room. She was still visibly naked from the waist up, but she was running low on options. She'd designed many beautiful clothes, but her normal clothes were all in the hamper. She wasn't going to show up to school glammed out in one of her 'in progress' projects. Or could she?
"You do have one option," the crimson being offered, and even her cheeks appeared more scarlet than normal. "You wanted to start a game with Chat…" She let her voice trail off as Marinette realized the Kwami had been awake for the incident last night. It made her blush.
Tikki stared at the closet, where several projects had been scrapped, and Marinette could almost read her mind. "Oh, you don't mean…" The blunette swallowed audibly, staring at the door as if she could see through it. "My failed Chat Noir Goth tribute?"
Tikki released a tinkering laugh, which was answer enough. However, Marinette wasn't sure how much she really wanted to prod the predator that she'd engaged. Compared to Chat's charisma and natural flirtatious attitude, she was definitely the prey in this game…but she still wanted to play.
It could work out splendidly, as she was sure Chat went to her school. Small clues slowly added up that he was in her grade, but other than that…she held no lead. The timing of their correspondences on school days was worth noting, and plus, sometimes, he seemed to have information on her state before she'd divulged it. Hence, the thought that he might see her on a continuous basis. She could be wrong, but something in her gut told her she wasn't. The outfit might drive him crazy if he saw her. She didn't think he shared class with her, because she felt like she'd know, but it was definitely someone in her school.
She jerked the closet door open, staring at the black and emerald box. Poking the hornet's nest hardly seemed like the best idea…but she was excited. God, one day, she might actually talk to someone about her hypocritical issues. "O-okay," she breathed, but she was certainly going to be late now.
***AT SCHOOL***
"I love the outfit, Marinette," Juleka murmured, smiling as she pulled some books from her locker. "Can you make one for me?"
"Yeah, I think I have a whole new appreciation for Chat Noir," Alya chuckled. She laughed harder when Marinette's face flushed.
The bluenette rolled her eyes. "I was out of clean clothes," she said honestly, staring at her outfit. Her black boots had a square heel and the leather stopped above her ankle. Two emerald ribbons, connected to the boot itself, extended from there and snaked in an intertwining pattern up to her knee where they tied together into a bow at the back.
Her short pleated mini-skirt was obsidian, a strip of sheer black lace wrapping around her waist. The two inch material was decorated with bright green paw prints that looked like the ones on his baton and ring. The faux corset was made of leather and had a thin strap over the shoulder, and one on the side to hug her bicep. The word 'meow' was stenciled across the breast of her low scoop corset in jade letters, completing the outfit itself.
Marinette had also dabbed some sparkly onyx eye shadow over her lids to mimic his mask, and wrapped a golden choker chain tightly around the lower half of her throat. The necklace had a tiny bell hanging from it, and she'd left her wavy hair down.
"Oh?" Ayla crossed her arms tilting her head. "What other naughty clothes have you been hiding?"
"I-I'm not!"
"I wish you'd run out of clean clothes more often," Kim teased.
Nathaniel sidled over, his face matching the color of his hair. He gave Kim a nasty look before staring at her. "Y-you look great Marinette."
"Uh, thanks," she forced herself to smile, not because she didn't like Nathaniel, but she wasn't used to boys complimenting her. Coming from Alya or Juleka was one thing, but from a boy? Not a common occurrence.
"Do you, maybe, want to go out after school?"
The group of friends gasped, audibly, and Marinette's face only got brighter. "I—uh I'm not sure," she countered truthfully. "I think my parents need help in the bakery today."
His eyes dropped, and the ginger looked pointedly crestfallen. "It's okay."
"N-no!" She waved her hands frantically. "I'm not saying no…I mean I just d-did, but I mean that I'm not saying no t-to hanging out," she blurted. "I just have to check with my parents!"
A small smile touched his lips. "Okay, text me." She nodded, watching him walk away.
"Did you just agree to a date with the Evillustrator?" Kim sounded disgusted.
"Don't call him that," she hissed, glowering. "He's Nathaniel and—l" Oh, God! She'd just kind of agreed to go on a date with Nathaniel! What was she thinking!?
"Alya," she whimpered, swaying. "What did I do?"
Her face got hot, and the group laughed. Alya put an arm over her shoulders. "C'mon girl, let's get to class. I bet Adrien has a heart attack when he sees you!"
"A-Adrien?" Her mouth was dry. She wasn't even thinking of the golden haired boy when she'd poured herself into this outfit this morning. Another three pounds and she might have needed her parent's gallons of butter to squeeze herself in. "N-N-no!"
"Oh, no ya don't," Alya shoved her forward. "You don't get yourself all sexified and go losing your confidence as soon as the thought of smoldering Adrien Agreste falls upon you," she teased. "You're going to steel yourself and strut like you mean it." The caramel skinned woman grinned. "Even if you're dying inside," she commanded.
"I c-can't do it!"
"Yes," Alya grunted, shoving her again. "You can. I gotch yo back." Her words sounded a little strained as she forced the blunette forward. "Together, our friendship will conquer your fear."
Marinette slacked, and the journalist's strength made them both topple over in a heap in the sudden lack of resistance. "UGH!'
"What the hell?"
"S-sorry!" Marinette fumbled to detangle their limbs and save her dignity by pulling the incredibly short skirt down to hide her visible panties.
Alya gasped. "Does your underwear say 'Miraculous'?"
The bluenette sliced her hand through the air as if physically cutting her words off. "I can't face Adrien. Not like this."
Alya sighed. "Don't you think it's time? I mean, you've been pining after the man for two years now, almost three," she corrected swiftly. "He has never had a confirmed girlfriend."
"What about the models?"
"You mean the tabloid rumors?" The writer's smile got devious. "I've been able to debunk every single one of them, plus," she held up an index finger, "has he ever mentioned anyone to you?"
Marinette immediately sank. Her beautiful blue eyes darted to the floor, unshed tears stinging the orbs. "Y-yes," she whispered, hoarsely.
This brought her best friend a pause she hadn't expected. "Oh?"
The secret heroine found a seat on a nearby bench, blowing out the biggest breath. The melancholy she felt welling up in her heart must have shown on her face because Alya grimaced, kneeling in front of her to grip both her hands. "Remember the wax museum?" she whispered. "Puppeteer showed up again," she reminded the girl.
"Of course," her best friend mused. "We were trying to get you and Adrien to connect," she admitted openly. By 'we', Marinette assumed she meant her and Nino.
"Well, on the way home, in the car, he mentioned he was in love with a girl," her voice finally broke, the tears breaking free. It was the first time she'd truly cried since Chat took away the pain with his passionate intervention.
"NO!" Alya's gasp echoed through the locker room, and the sound made Marinette cringe through her sniffling.
She nodded meekly. "That's why I've been a little off," she admitted bitterly. Her eyes pushed down, new tears decorating the floor in a small pool. "It's over." Silence. When the moments spilled desperately into minutes, the baker's daughter dared a look in her friend's direction. The beauty had her thinking look firmly in place.
"This isn't the apocalypse," she assured, her words forming slowly.
Marinette quirked a brow. "No?"
The caramel skinned Ladyblogger grinned triumphantly, shaking her head. "This is a new beginning!" She clapped her startled friend on the shoulders. "A gift in disguise!" She hugged Mari tightly, whispering in her ear. "You can move on, even if it's not what you want. Plus, in that outfit, you can make the man a little…no scratch that, A LOT jealous for not noticing you sooner. You can heal, you can love someone else."
The bluenette stiffened a little, but warm arms only strengthened their hold. "M-maybe you're right," she groaned. Saying it aloud hurt, but if Adrien really was in love with another woman, then, it might be time to move along. Anyway, her game with Chat had just begun, and who knew, the distractions were endless, and along the way, she might bump into someone who might actually see plain ole Marinette and find her beautiful for who she was.
She nodded cautiously. "L-Let me strut my stuff." she offered a less than convincing grin. Inside, she was a nervous wreck.
***POV CHANGE***
Adrien chuckled, staring at the ceiling as he leaned back in his chair. It left the floor, balancing on two legs. "Oh, Nino, I think Chat could convince Ladybug to love him, eventually."
Nino snorted, rolling his eyes. "Ladybug has thousands of prospects, like, get real dude."
The golden haired boy let his head droop sideways to stare at the DJ, a toothy grin dominating his handsome face. "Don't you think Chat would have thousands of prospects as well? He saves Paris too!"
Nino gave it a thought and conceded. "Yeah, but she wouldn't date him because they're partners. It's a special bond, man. Dating ruins the dynamic and—" Nino's eyes wondered a little, and Adrien frowned.
When he shifted his gaze to find what caught his friend's attention, he almost fell out of his chair. As it was, the two legs snapped down to the floor with a loud thud, and his mouth fell open. "M-Mar.." He couldn't even finish her name.
The blunette sashayed into the room in the most amazing outfit he'd ever seen. Once his brain could function at the barest levels, he immediately recognized it was Chat Noir inspired, and a knowing smile curled at the corner of his lips. Oh, devious little woman.
The scoop of her corset was so low that her heaving breasts were barely contained, the plump flesh tantalizing him with each step. His blood was on fire, and he almost forgot how to breathe as his erection became painfully apparent. He wasn't the only one. Nino shifted noticeably.
If that wasn't bad enough, he followed her movements up the stairs to her seat in the far back, and her skirt did nothing to hide the bottom swell of her rounded ass, and he could see the ivory flesh and obsidian fabric of her panties. Mine.
She wanted to play the game alright. He just hadn't realized how far she was willing to take it until that moment. Was she still going to be wearing this getup when Chat arrived tonight, or did she figure Chat would see her during school? The second thought made him a little uneasy, but was quickly brushed aside when his eyes briefly met hers.
His tongue darted out to lick his suddenly dry lips, and her cheeks flushed immediately before she shot her gaze to Alya who was climbing up after her. Oh, mine indeed. The heat cascading…no…possessing his entire body demanded that he ravish her on the very desk she sat at, but he inhaled, blowing out a sharp breath to regain some semblance of control.
"Game on, puuurrrincess," he whispered under his breath. Too bad Marinette didn't stand a chance.
***POV CHANGE***
"Did you see the way he looked at you," Alya squealed under her breath, gathering her books as they hurried out of class. "He was going to die!" She elbowed the bluenette, who was blushing fiercely. "He may love miss whateverhernameis, but he certainly had a hard-on for Marinette," she teased.
"Alya," she hissed, embarrassed.
The journalist scoffed, laughing. "Ugh, whatever. You love it. I gotta catch my next class, but, Mari, I'm telling you, Adrien wanted to fuck you senseless," she said bluntly, delighting in the heroines sputtering. Alya exited swiftly before the retaliation could come, and Marinette sighed.
"She may not be wrong," Tikki offered, trying to sound encouraging.
"You think?"
The crimson being giggled, disappearing back into the depths of the pink pouch as the bluenette entered the hall. She squared her shoulders, giving her hips as much sway as Alya suggested was necessary, but the area seemed relatively deserted. Practice, practice, and practice. Even when nobody is around. Then it becomes natural. That's what her friend had told her before she'd gone into the classroom. If she kept practicing it wouldn't feel weird. If she kept practicing it would—
Something yanked her into the janitor's closet, and she instinctively kicked out her foot. The being sideswiped her blow easily, and slammed her belly first into the wall, pinning her with its body.
Before she could scream, a hand clamped over her frantic mouth, and it felt distinctively like leather. "Tsk tsk tsk," his tongue clicked near her ear. "You wanted to taunt me Puuurrrincess?" Then he released that growl. It was wild and unhinged, but underneath there was some level of control. She immediately felt the dampness in her panties.
"N-no," she lied, her heart hammering in her chest.
She heard the sound of him sniffing and he groaned with pleasure, shoving his hardness against her rounded ass. "Oh, you do me a disservice, Mari," he teased, nibbling on her exposed neck just below the gold choker. "Did you forget? I can smell you." The way he said it almost sounded like a threat this time, and she shuddered. "I think you like the way I growl at you."
She said nothing this time, not trusting her own voice as her knees wobbled uncontrollably. The weight of his solid body was the only thing keeping her upright. His claws pushed the pathetically short skirt up, exposing her jade and onyx bikini panties to his eyes, and he made a pleased sound in his throat.
"Oh, my," he mewed. "Pretty girl." He tapped one of her cheeks very lightly, but she jumped as if she'd been struck forcefully anyway. "I think I owe you punishment for last night," he asserted.
"N-n-no!" She squeaked desperately, trying to push away from the wall. She managed an inch or two, thanks to her own superhero strength, before he slammed her back again.
"Also," he continued, unfazed by the apparent show of power, "you compounded the issue by working me up with this incredibly sexy Chat Noir outfit." His mouth kissed her ear. Chat's tongue lapped the curve of her neck before nibbling on her shoulder. "What to do?" His voice was playfully wistful.
"P-please, Chaton," she whispered, trying to appeal to his compassionate side. She knew he had one. After all, Chat Noir was very kind and loyal.
"Oh, my beautiful Princess," he whispered, turning her gently to face him now. "If only it were so simple." He brushed a lock of midnight blue and obsidian from her face in the darkened room. "However, you issued a challenge." He grinned one of his famous toothy grins, but it was laced with devious, albeit playful, intentions. "Anybody who really knows me, knows that I don't EVER back down from a challenge. I have honor y'know."
"B-But—I"
"Yeah, it was fun when you were in control," he teased, sliding to his knees. "Now, it's time for the next step in the game. I've thought of the perfect punishment, my beauty." He pushed her knees apart firmly and wasted no time lapping at her core through her soaked panties.
Even with the thin layer between his hot tongue and her sensitive sex, she writhed, her hips bucking at his mouth desperately. "Ch-Chaton!" She squeaked in surprise, her fingers automatically digging into his golden mane for support as he stimulated her.
He growled against her core, his claws careful when he peeled the fabric to the side to have more direct contact. The tip of his tongue teased a circle around her most sensitive nub, and her back curved violently, her mouth forming his name in pleasure.
"I-I'm g-gonna c-cum," she moaned desperately. However, that's when he stopped.
Not only that, he yanked her panties down her thighs, removing them from her body completely. "These are mine now," he groaned, almost sounding as pained as she felt as he eyed them. He read the green print on the front of the underwear. "Miraculous, indeed," he whispered hoarsely, licking his lips slowly as he eyed her. She shivered, moaning at the motion. "Hope you can survive the day without them."
"What!?" Her heart stopped.
He chuckled, dodging as she tried to snatch the small piece of clothing from him, but he launching up onto a shelf and crawled out through the only tiny window of the room and disappeared.
DAMMIT!
